I am too weak to sing them, But Thou dost hear The whisper from the pillow, Thou art so near! 'Tis Thy dear hand, O Saviour, That presseth sore, The hand that bears the nail-prints For evermore. And now beneath its shadow, Hidden by Thee, The pressure only tells me Thou lovest me! What will You do without Him? I could not do without Him! Jesus is more to me Than all the richest, fairest gifts Of earth could ever be. But the more I find Him precious-- And the more I find Him true-- The more I long for you to find What He can be to you. You need not do without Him, For He is passing by, He is waiting to be gracious, Only waiting for your cry: He is waiting to receive you-- To make you all His own! Why will you do without Him, And wander on alone? Why will you do without Him? Is He not kind indeed? Did He not die to save you? Is He not all you need? Do you not want a Saviour? Do you not want a Friend? One who will love you faithfully, And love you to the end? Why will you do without Him? The Word of God is true! The world is passing to its doom-- And you are passing too. It may be no to-morrow Shall dawn on you or me; Why will you run the awful risk Of all eternity? What will you do without Him, In the long and dreary day Of trouble and perplexity, When you do not know the way, And no one else can help you, And no one guides you right, And hope comes not with morning, And rest comes not with night? You could not do without Him, If once He made you see The fetters that enchain you, Till He hath set you free. If once you saw the fearful load Of sin upon your soul; The hidden plague that ends in death, Unless He makes you whole! What will you do without Him, When death is drawing near? Without His love--the only love That casts out every fear; When the shadow-valley opens, Unlighted and unknown, And the terrors of its darkness Must all be passed alone! What will you do without Him, When the great white throne is set, And the Judge who never can mistake, And never can forget,-- The Judge whom you have never here As Friend and Saviour sought, Shall summon you to give account Of deed and word and thought? What will you do without Him, When He hath shut the door, And you are left outside, because You would not come before? When it is no use knocking, No use to stand and wait; For the word of doom tolls through your heart That terrible 'Too late!'